Stones

Were the stones built up
By giants in memory
Of their own image
Forever standing to face
The summer dawn
And the dark winters night
Reminders of when Gods were Gods
And mankind was in awe
Of nature
Listening to its heartbeat
Sacrificing blood
For all our futures
Worshipping death and rebirth
The cycles of all our lives
Full circle

Genetics

Violence breeds violence,
In desires to pluck an eye for an eye.
Retribution sought for each attack.
With the aim of escalation.
And it will never stop,
While revenge thrives,
And shouts in the face of love,
While compassion remains a byword,
For cowardice and appeasement.
We must realise that we are all the same,
In both heart and desire,
That the genetics which makes us enemies,
Brings us together.

Prayer

The cinema is no place
For any propaganda
And we should not feel
The need to pander
To the Church of England's
Cries of "Shame"
For it's not as benign
As they might claim

If anyone wants
To hear this prayer
They can go to a church
And hear it there
We go for the film
Not to be bombarded
By an institution
Archaic, retarded.

http://www.theguardian.com/world/2015/nov/22/cinema-chains-ban-advert-featuring-lords-prayer